In eight days, I will be in New Orleans, with one of my best gal pals, and…no one else. No children, no Jon, no dogs, cats, no pick ups, drop offs, meal prep and planning, laundry, canine exercising, birthday parties, Sunday school, dishes, cleaning, organizing, disciplining, or interrupted sleep. Aside from going home a few(…)

She had the yogurt dream again. I wake up to “Mommy? Mama? Mommy?” coming closer and closer down the hallway, and as I try to fully wake up and focus, there is a small, Dory-nightgown clad person standing on my side of the bed. “Gabbie, dude, this is the third time you’ve been up tonight…”(…)

Because I was not blogging all up in your faces for a large part of last year (and this year, but who’s counting?) you may or may not know that Maddie tried out for competitive soccer last summer. Okay, so she did, she was selected to play for their “academy” team, which is the top(…)

To my dearest, most irrepressible Gabs, Raise one hand high, darling, and spread out all of your fingers. For the next year, that’s how easy it’s going to be to tell people how old you are (if, you know, you don’t want to talk, which you seem more inclined to do than your sister was(…)